Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

He laughed again: "Because of your ignorance, because of your guilt."

Lucien looked the Joker straight in the eye and said, "You deserve to die."

His tone was sincere, and the Illusion Clown did not get angry. He even leaned down in agreement, looked at him, and said in a rather mysterious but smiling tone:

"You're right, the Joker should die...but you didn't do anything wrong?"

Those ghostly eyes locked onto him, but the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up: "...The clown is dead... But, but, my dear, do you know where the funny part is?"

The clown stood up, and Lucian saw a hint of pity in those green eyes as if by illusion. The clown continued:

"You killed the Joker... and then the Joker split in two and came back to life in the mind of his lifelong enemy and murderer!"

"You're a clown now!"

The clown was still excited, waving his hands and walking in front of him with a unique and charming pace:

“What a drama, what a spectacle!”

"Don't readers and moviegoers all like this kind of twist?"

"Hee! The Joker killed the Joker and created the Joker!"

“What a great inspiration!”

He looked like a painter meeting his muse, a sculptor meeting the Venus de Milo.

Passionate, exciting, enthusiastic.

"Do you want me to be you?" Lucian asked indifferently, unaffected by his emotions.

"No! Of course not!" The clown came closer to him. "That would be so boring. There's no place the clown can't be resurrected. ... I will help you, love you, and then stand still and watch you throw yourself into my arms—become another clown, not me."

"I don't think there's any difference." Lucian said with some annoyance: "A laughing, crazy, unwelcome, unhygienic psychopath...why would I want to be one?"

"Even if I'm evil... it would be so tasteless to be evil like you!"

The clown looked a little sad: "No taste?" It was the first time he looked so sad.

"...I'm sorry." Lucian reluctantly consoled her, "I respect the diversity of species, and of course, the diversity of tastes."

-

On the other side, Batman was taken through the collection of Batman since he became Batman: huge coin statues, dinosaur fossils, ice sculptures, and the most eye-catching one, a damaged Robin uniform...

And above these, ugly swarms of pig-mouthed bats flapped their wings and flew up and down, and the black creatures uttered a whisper that sounded like laughter.

"Perhaps you should explain." Superman looked at Batman with his blue eyes and asked softly and caringly, "What happened?"

"The most important thing for you now is to control me... not to ask what happened." Batman turned his gaze to Superman: "I am not harmless and safe. You should treat me like an enemy."

"We are friends." Superman said cautiously.

"Aliens." Batman sneered, "Humans are not static, and neither am I."

Just as Red Hood said, Batman was locked in a room with only an iron bed welded to the wall... It couldn't even be called a room, it was a vertical circular passage ten meters high, with an incandescent lamp above that was pale and permanently lit.

Batman, who has taken off his armor, has become an ordinary person, but the parts of his face that are not illuminated by the light are plunged into deep darkness.

The whole room was eerily quiet, yet there seemed to be faint and dense laughter coming from everywhere. The group of bats perched on the top of the bat cave suddenly ignored the sudden rain outside and flew out in groups, blocking out the light in this dark and gloomy city.

-

"I found out who was behind the murder of the Joker Gang." Red Hood turned his gaze to Superman and said another piece of news: "Lex Luthor."

Lex Luthor is a super villain in Metropolis, which is under the jurisdiction of Superman, but he is not limited to one city. He often cooperates with Gotham villains... but it is basically a trade of weapons such as lead and kryptonite that are aimed at Superman.

It's still rare to simply meddle in Gotham's affairs.

"Don't worry, he's running for president recently, I found out..." Superman hesitated:

"He's conducting human experiments again."

Why again?

Because Luthor has many laboratories, 50% of them are illegal, 30% are for human experiments, and the remaining 20% ​​are for human experiments on Superman.

Superman has been exposed a lot since his debut, but Luthor has always been able to escape punishment with special means, so the discovery of a laboratory is nothing worth mentioning unless there is evidence...

"In the lab, there are clones of all the other presidential candidates."

Red Hood: ???

This time, there is no need for any evidence at all. Once it is exposed, no matter what, Luther will never be able to become president in this life.

"How did you discover something so important? Don't forget, Luthor prepared layers of kryptonite and lead in each of his laboratories." The skeptical Bat-superhero questioned, "Isn't this a trap?"

The alien, who wasn't particularly fond of using his brain, thought for a moment. The power of his super brain made it easy for him to realize something suspicious, but he said, "This is what Connor told me."

Connor is the son that Luthor adopted for Superman.

"You should be careful. Maybe Luthor revealed it to Connor on purpose?" Wonder Woman couldn't help but remind him.

Superman has a super brain, super speed, super strength, freezing breath... Even the functions of his eyes include many of the greatest inventions of mankind so far: he can see through all substances except lead, emit red rays with a temperature close to that of the sun's surface, infinitely magnify the field of view of the surface of objects, see cells, or even go further, see the clutch structure of atomic ions.

Such a powerful alien has two obvious weaknesses, kryptonite and lead, and that is its excessive trust in humans.

"...Well, I won't take the risk." Superman took a step back, but he frowned and was a little angry: "But that's a human experiment."

"If you're worried about Luther giving birth to someone else's child, I have a solution." Red Hood smiled.

"Determine the location of that lab. Then, the next time someone comes to fight you, or something unexpected happens... you can 'accidentally' destroy it and draw everyone's attention there."

"I believe Luther's political enemies will be happy to seize this opportunity... As for compensation for the damage, Wayne will transfer the money to you."

Red Hood is an anti-hero. His sense of morality is not very high, but considering Superman's character, he made a relatively conservative suggestion.

"Good idea." Superman listened happily.

-

"Boom boom boom——"

"Please come in."

"Good evening, Mr. Mayor." The man in a suit walked in with a polite smile.

"Mr. Robert from the Luther Group." The mayor stood up enthusiastically and shook his hand. "I've heard a lot about you."

"I wonder what Mr. Luther wants to do?" The mayor added, "Of course, Gotham is in such chaos right now that I'm too busy to handle some things."

It's more than just being unable to cope with the situation.

In Gotham, the mayor is either a puppet of the gang, or the product of the checks and balances among the four major families, or a suppressed councilor...Except for the occasional gang boss himself becoming mayor, the mayor is a mascot in other cases.

"Well, Mr. Mayor, I came here to discuss something with you."

"What's going on?"

"As you know, there have been some associations and demonstrations in Gotham recently..."

The mayor wiped his sweat. He knew about this, of course, but he was the mayor pushed to power by the mafia. The mafia loved the parades and demonstrations of these clownists, so of course he would love to see them too.

"Parades and demonstrations are part of democracy written into law... I can't stop them, can I?"

"Of course! That's not what I meant." Robert smiled warmly, "I also strongly support the public expressing their desires through legitimate legal means."

Oh, friendly forces.

The mayor relaxed. "Does Mr. Luther have any instructions?"

If Luther was just an entrepreneur in a city, even if that city was a neighboring city, even if he was the richest man in that city, the mayor would not have such a cautious attitude.

But Luther is now a congressman, and is about to run for president.

The mayor had to comply... at least superficially.

"Mr. Luther and you share the same idea." Robert smiled cordially: "Protecting the legitimate rights and interests of citizens is what we should do."

"Mr., deeply saddened by the recent disaster in Gotham, has purchased a large amount of supplies at his own expense. They will probably arrive in Gotham Bay tomorrow. I'll have to trouble the mayor to distribute them."

"Of course, of course!" The mayor laughed and solemnly promised: "I will definitely distribute the supplies fairly and reasonably, live up to Mr. Luther's expectations, and let every Gotham citizen who benefits from him praise his name!"

Chapter 12: Boyfriend's Death

Today is still the fifth day since traveling through time.

Lucien felt that there was more going on today than any other day before.

He left the Batcave in the morning, attended the Joker's funeral in the morning, returned to his residence at noon, visited his neighbors in the afternoon, and returned to the Batcave in the evening.

He was free for less than twelve hours... Of course, this was also the longest time he had been free since Lucian came across this time.

"Why the hell did I have to be so obedient and come to the Batcave?" he complained.

"Because you can't beat him." The Joker replied.

Lucien stared at the illusion and thought, "Can I touch you?"

"Do you want to hit me? Of course not!" The clown responded sharply.

Lucien smacked his lips with some regret.

"You have killed me, dear. What you are doing now is called whipping the corpse. Are you a pervert?" The creature, who is himself a pervert, questioned.

Lucien ignored him because at this moment the intercom fixed on the wall of the room rang.

"Sir, can you hear me?" It was a mellow and gentle old man, with an accent that was decent and polite that Gotham people did not have.

Lucian guessed that this was the only old man in the Bat-family and a respectable elder who raised Batman and the other cubs.

"We can hear you here, please speak." He was much more polite than when he faced the clown, with a gentle and soft smile on his face and his head slightly lowered.

"I believe that you, the time traveler, must have some guesses and understanding of my identity, but I still want to introduce myself."

Time traveler?

Lucian thought this name sounded much better than time traveler.

"I'm Alfred Pennyworth, or Pennyworth."

"I'm Lucian, or maybe Xian o Lu." Lucian smiled slightly and listened to Penny continue:

"First of all, I want to apologize to you for Bruce's rude behavior."

The old man who raised Batman is like an elder.